Queenie.
It’s a bit rough, but I don’t have photoshop/the patience to watch paint dry to get rid of the excess lines in the negative space.
Aura and Addict (Datura Candida)
It’s an anagram, you see. Nifty.
I would like to see this completed but with so much of my recent work being at a loose end, this may be as clear as this idea gets.
(Source: hopemaniac)
No Face and the Womb Shadows
It was my gay friend’s birthday yesterday, so naturally I drew him vaginas.
(Source: hopemaniac)
You know you say that things are “much of a muchness” — did you ever see a drawing of a muchness?
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Hey, hey Lina, hey Liv, look, look, it’s your younger one, don’t tell your mum, it’s a surprise.
Note: this is incomplete, hence the scary teeth. They will be beautified.
Introducing my flannel nightmare.
Here’s a hypothesis; let’s say that instead of genetic make up and chromosomes etc, personalities were determined by the pattern you were born with.
While everyone else would have cool, unique patterns, I would definitely be the one that had to suffer with plaid.
(I’m concerned that even 15 year old me knew I’d be thrown into a pool of dirty hipsters)
2008.
Dial-up internet and the mental anguish it causes its users.
2008
This is the angry woman. I think she would have a name like Bridget. Or Helga.
The first time we drew her she made furious eye contact with everyone and then she had tears streaming down her face.
Oh and she doesn’t shave. Anywhere. At all. Ever.
We draw naked people.
This is the European man I like to refer to as Pierre the Pervert.
When you make awkward eye contact with him he twitches his genitals at you.
This was my final arrangement for my tea project. It was probably the smallest in the class but that’s because I’m neurotic and put in shitloads of small details that nobody cares to notice.
